Chapter 18
KILLA
She doesn’t realize I’m stalking her up and down the aisle of the supermarket. Watching her every damn move with the kid in tow. She talks animatedly to him, stopping to look at what feels like every damn product on the shelves. It’s like they’ve never been in a fucking supermarket before.
You’d think with how entranced they are with everything, she would have a shopping cart full of items, but she barely has anything.
Did she bring the kid here on a day out or something? I snort at the thought. Poor kid. I know I would’ve hated this when I was little; give me some trees to climb and a bike to fix any day of the week.
The old band T-shirt she wears pulls against her chest, and I long to whip it over her head and kiss down her throat toward those delectable tits. Her jeans are ripped at the knees, and they fit her ass perfectly. An ass I want to fuck hard and fast.
Jesus, she’s hot.
Her hair is in a ponytail, and I inch closer for a glimpse of the marks I’ve left on her. Did she attempt to cover them up again, or did she leave them exposed as a sign of my ownership?
She’s taking a while down the next aisle, and when the store guy approaches them, my body coils, and I move, only stopping when I’m behind them.
“The racing green ones only just came back into stock today; all the kids want them.” The store guy speaks with enthusiasm, and when he beams back at her, exposing his pearly whites, I have an overwhelming urge to slam my fist into his face and dislodge their perfect positioning.
“Can I have that one, Mama?” the kid pleads up at her, and my lip twitches. The little dude is cute as hell, I’ll give him that.
She’s still completely unaware of my presence, and that pisses me off.
Does she not crave my company like I do hers?
“Okay, but only because you’ve been using your voice.” She smiles down at the kid.
Using his fucking voice? Jesus, what the hell has the world come to?
My pop would hit me at the back of the head and tell me to shut the fuck up when I used my voice. This kid gets a … Is that a box of chocolate car parts?
The store guy shifts from side to side. “So, I was thinking…”
Here we fucking go, another bastard itching to have his digits removed.
“Don’t fuckin’ think; it’s gonna’ get you in trouble,” I mumble, and Cass turns to me.
Her face pales, and her mouth falls open before she quickly snaps it shut and pulls her lips into a tight line.
The kid giggles, and the sound has me smirking. “You cussed,” he declares, and I wink down at him. I don’t give the store guy my attention, that lays solely on Cass, and he has the foresight to leave while we remain in a stare-off.
“Are you following me?” she whispers.
“Are you gonna give me my answers?”
“Ugh…I don’t have any, but you seem to have a problem hearing that.”
My fists pump beside me.
“Come on, Noah. We’ve got everything we need.” She takes the kid by his hand and turns toward the checkout.
If she thinks she can get away with speaking to me like that, she can think again.
You can run, Little Demon, but I’ll always fucking chase you.